[Leonard waits at the door to Barry's suite, holding himself stiffly inward, which is a fair approximation that he's hurt and doesn't want to move too much. His gaze flickers over to his partner, and some of the held-in stress of his shoulders relaxes. Not too much; the two wound that bled all over the place earlier are right where he can't quite reach himself.
He walks over, eyeing with some...disappointment? amusement? the little dragon on Mick's shoulder. Damn: great minds think alike. Guess he bugged Tim for nothing.
He's, unfortunately, still in his thankfully dark shirt, which is tacky from blood in two places on his back]
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He walks over, eyeing with some...disappointment? amusement? the little dragon on Mick's shoulder. Damn: great minds think alike. Guess he bugged Tim for nothing.
He's, unfortunately, still in his thankfully dark shirt, which is tacky from blood in two places on his back]
Got caught up. See you've made a friend.